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Got into Portland two days ago. The trip was a little surreal. Three people wondered at what instrument I was carrying; one guessed it and the other two seemed to know what a viola actually is. And on the plane, for the first time ever, I actually talked with the person sitting next to me.

And now being here, it's a bit strange to see the contrast between those who know the whole story of things as they are with me and those who don't.

Nothing much has happened yet, aside from sleeping a lot, seeing a few people, and not unpacking. Tomorrow the banks should be open, and I need to pick up my overflow mail and whatnot, so perhaps I'll get going earlier and not be so lazy.